Chapter 127: Waking Up as an Instructor

Not long after, a Celestial Warplane from the Martial Administration Bureau surged out of a canyon into the clouds.

Through the aircraft window, the Fairy Pool lay beneath, now riddled with holes, reduced to rubble by constant shelling.

Dozens of martial artists were hooded in black masks and bound with restraint bracelets, then loaded in batches onto the armored vehicles of the Patrol Squad.

Fifty years had passed since the last battle against the Demon Gate north of the city.

This was the Martial Administration Bureau’s first large-scale capture of the remaining forces of the Divine Fall Alliance.

“Xiao Chu, the news about destroying the Divine Fall Alliance’s base at Fairy Lake has already been posted on the forums. We’re trending again,” Wang Peng said, scrolling through his phone aboard the plane.

“Luckily, my father anticipated this outcome and preemptively blocked all information about the half-beasts. Otherwise, the online rumors wouldn’t just be about hunting martial artists to craft spirit pills,” Chen Long glanced at the forum.

They dominated the top ten trending topics.

Especially the posts about missing martial artists, which soared to second place on the hot list.

There was even a dedicated post about Zhang Chu, whose comment section was filled with praise, hailing him as a great master.

But Zhang Chu paid no mind to these accolades at the moment.

He was contemplating how to explain the content of the video to Zhang Xueying: “Sister Xueying, can you believe this was just a temporary measure?”

Hu Sanyi quickly stood and changed seats.

He didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire of the young couple’s playful quarrel.

The video Zhang Xueying showed was a conversation between Zhang Chu and Ma Tianshun, discussing plans to capture several of them.

“Zhang Chu, we almost thought you had betrayed us,” Chen Long chuckled.

“Nonsense!” Zhang Chu stammered, “My loyalty to the Martial Arts Research Institute is as clear as the sun and moon, and to Sister Xueying even more so…”

He hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Huang Lili lowered her head, clasping her hands, feeling a pang of jealousy.

“Even more what?” Zhang Xueying’s heart fluttered as she stared at him intently.

“Brother Chu, how did you remain unscathed after taking so many half-finished spirit pills?”

At this critical moment, Hu Sanyi stepped in to defuse the tension.

Everyone’s attention quickly shifted.

“Maybe it’s a special innate constitution,” Zhang Chu said—he couldn’t very well admit he had a system backing him.

“Just now, the Martial Administration Bureau officially announced commendations for the Gale Squad and included us on the list of outstanding martial artists in Binzhou. There should be an award ceremony in a few days,” Chen Long said after seeing the bureau’s internal document.

“This time we truly hit the jackpot, especially my Brother Chu, who took on an entire village alone and has already become famous throughout Binzhou,” Hu Sanyi laughed.

As they chatted, Zhang Chu received a message from Huo Qiyuan of the Martial God Academy: “Zhang Chu, the Martial God Academy is already aware of the Fairy Pool incident. Once the dean returns, I will personally recommend your formal admission to the academy.”

“Thank you, Captain Huo,” Zhang Chu replied.

Being admitted to the Martial God Academy meant access to powerful Spiritual Realm practitioners.

No sane person would refuse.

After returning to Binzhou, they had a simple meal before returning home to rest.

On his way back, Zhang Chu stopped by the Boundary Marker Hall and was certified as a seven-star Dual-Force Warrior.

As the fastest rising Dual-Force Warrior, Zhang Chu’s name was automatically uploaded into the Martial Administration Bureau’s senior system, which identified him as a once-in-a-century prodigy.

Despite the fierce battle at Fairy Pool, Zhang Chu didn’t feel exhausted, but the supersonic jet ride nearly made him vomit.

At home, Zhang Zifang sat on the sofa in floral shorts playing a mobile game. “Kid, you didn’t embarrass me, did you?”

Zhang Chu ignored him, only wanting to shower and sleep.

The entire forum was abuzz, saying Zhang Chu had single-handedly infiltrated enemy lines and fought the remnants of the Divine Fall Alliance alone.

Some even exaggerated that he had taken on over a thousand martial artists single-handedly.

So it was no surprise that Zhang Zifang had heard about it.

Seeing Zhang Chu head for the shower, Zifang put down his phone and sighed long and deep. “You’ve risen too fast lately. The Martial Administration Bureau probably can’t protect you anymore. Luckily, I found you a decent place. At least you’ve earned some merit.”

While rumors ran wild outside, Zhang Chu slept soundly, waking naturally past noon the next day.

He missed several calls from Zhang Xueying and Luo Zhidong.

“Old Guan,” Zhang Chu washed his face, changed clothes, and stepped out, only to find Zhang Zifang absent. On the dining table was breakfast with a note: “Brat, be careful lately. The Divine Fall Alliance suffered a huge loss but won’t let you off easily. Since you stubbornly want to be my apprentice, I can’t ignore you. I’m heading out for a while to clear a path for you.”

What the heck—leaving home without a word?

After a long moment, a smile appeared on Zhang Chu’s face. “To be honest, Old Guan may seem unserious, but he’s a good guy.”

After a quick bite, Zhang Chu prepared to head out for work.

As a teacher now, skipping morning classes was one thing, but missing the afternoon would be hard to justify.

“Why are you here?” Just outside the door, Zhang Chu saw several martial artists in military attire led by Liu Tianhe.

Was this guy here for revenge?

Lovers’ quarrels aside, Zhang Chu had humiliated Liu Tianhe at the Arms Department that day.

“I told you I’d compete fairly with you. So even if I wanted to attack, it’d have to be in front of Xueying, with a fair fight between martial artists,” Liu Tianhe said seriously, seeing through Zhang Chu’s thoughts.

“What’s the matter?” Zhang Chu asked. As long as it wasn’t revenge, they could talk.

“I’m here representing the city lord and the Arms Department to hold your promotion ceremony!” Liu Tianhe signaled, and several uniformed martial artists marched forward.

They pushed a red box before Zhang Chu.

Opening it revealed a hexagram-shaped badge engraved with the character “Bin” for Binzhou.

“What’s going on?” Zhang Chu was utterly baffled—why send him a badge, and here in the courtyard of West Sand Garden?

Most passersby were Dual-Force Warriors and their families; it was quite embarrassing.

“On behalf of the Arms Department, I officially announce that from today, Mr. Zhang Chu is appointed as a martial arts instructor for the Arms Department!”